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The Jackal
Member

since 1999-08-13

Posts 426
Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A

0 posted 2000-09-15 01:59 AM

7 days of playing sane
7 days of playing sane

(i cant be myself again)

the walking canvas
never stops

another baby with a limp

looking for an ocean to drink

see a note on the fridge
gone again
like a death
like a life

i cried the best i could
i cried the best i could

i talk i speak i smile/im with you all the while
i feel nothing/drink nothing/want nothing

introducing  the " i feel free" sympathy
in the end this cold will mean

i did            i died
so what ..?   you lied

can i hold on to you forever
of course im without emotion

but if you hold my head under water

but if you hold me this way forever

ill be more prepared to be a better
                insect

to never touch

   because my hands were cut off

in your razor garden

and oh god the teeth
oh god so very many teeth

and
why must someone always silence

more anguish

for the swallowing of  yet another beast

"you can have my isolation..you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith..you can have my everything"

"so impressed with all you do..tried so hard to be like you..flew too high and burnt the wing..lost my faith in everything"

"I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me."

The Jackal

brian madden
Member Elite

since 2000-05-06

Posts 4374
ireland

1 posted 2000-09-15 04:54 PM

ill be more prepared to be a better
                insect

to never touch

   because my hands were cut off

jackal intense and dark poem, I can see alot of soul searching in this poem,

and
why must someone always silence

more anguish

for the swallowing of  yet another beast

Powerful words, and as cliched as this sounds I hope you find the light. Peace my friend, take care wonderful poem.

This is the hour when the mysteries emerge
A strangeness so hard to reflect A moment so
moving goes straight to your heart" JOy divison

doreen peri
Member Elite

since 1999-05-25

Posts 3812
Virginia

2 posted 2000-09-16 11:08 AM

quote:
but if you hold my head under water
but if you hold me this way forever
ill be more prepared to be a better
insect

to never touch

because my hands were cut off
in your razor garden

GREAT lines... lots of good lines in here... this one rocks!!! it's a deep dark look right inside the author... thanks for the read

oh... and i really love the title!< !signature-->

~ all you can really ever expect out of life is a sincere apology and some decent poetry ~

[This message has been edited by doreen peri (edited 09-16-2000).]

Paula Finn
Member Ascendant

since 2000-06-17

Posts 5546
missouri

3 posted 2000-09-16 11:21 AM

Oh man this is like a punch in the gut...so powerful so dark...sanity? whose idea was it anyway?

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